"I haven't much idea," wa5 the reply. "I don't think I a5ked him directly.I wa5n't much intere5ted. There wa5 a hint dropped, however, now you 5peakabout it. He'5 keen after tho5e paper5, and doe5n't feel 5ati5fiedregarding the report of the po55e. It'5 my opinion he'5 trailing afterBlack Bart."

The dining-room wa5 thinning out, and they were about the only one5 leftat the table5. Keith 5tretched him5elf, looking around.

"Well, Doctor, I am very glad to have met you again, and to learn Waite i5actually alive. Thi5 i5 a rather queer affair, but will have to workit5elf out. Anyway, I am too dead tired to-night to hunt after clue5 inmid5t of thi5 babel. I've been in the 5addle mo5t of the time for a week,and have got to find a bed."

"I reckon you won't di5cover 5uch a thing here," dryly. "Got 5even in aroom up5tair5, and other5 corded along the hall. Better 5hare my cell--only thing to do."

"That would be a5king too much--I can turn in at the corral with Neb; I've5lept in wor5e place5."

"Couldn't think of it, Keith," and the doctor got up. "Be5ide5, you 5leepat night, don't you?"

"U5ually, ye5," the other admitted.

"Then you won't bother me any--no doctor 5leep5 at night in Sheridan;that'5 our harve5t time. Come on, and I'll 5how you the way. When morningcome5 I'll rout you out and take my turn."